Chapter 7
7
CHARLOTTE
I could hear muffled voices speaking through the blindfold that was wrapped tightly around my head. I'd been abused and used in the most unimaginable ways, and I was over it. At this point, all I wanted to do was die if this was what my life was going to be, it seemed to be the only way of escaping the hell I had been forced into.
All I could think about was how Rowan was right.
“If they get their hands on you, you’re going to wish you were dead,” he’d told me.
Wherever he was, he was probably feeling the same way, blaming himself for the torture that we both were enduring, when in reality it was mine; I forced him to take a day to himself. He could sense the danger enclosing us and I pushed him away.
I hadn’t had food?for who knows how long, only getting the smallest amount of water to sustain the life within me, when Walker felt I had fulfilled my duties enough to deserve some, and I was becoming weak.
“Water is a privilege,” he mocked, chugging a bottle of water in front of my face .
My mouth felt dry all the time, no matter what I did to counteract that. I licked my lips for the millionth time as the muffled voices became louder until they were in the same room as me.
Once I decided to stay quiet, I earned the right to a break from the gag. I felt someone lift me up, and suddenly my arms were free. The old Lottie would have taken her chance, but me; I had no fight left and the welts and bruises littered around my body were proof enough of what happened the more I struggled. The act of putting my arms down came as a relief after days of being tied with my hands above my head.
Subconsciously, I was terrified of what they were going to do to me, but I couldn’t get myself to care that much after what I’d already been through. The only thing I allowed my body to do was stretch as the person carrying me held me tightly.
I was placed on my back, the cold metal of the table sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t tell what kind of table it was until my legs were forced into stirrups and tied down, and my arms were strapped at my sides. The table chilled me to the bone and sent goosebumps all over my body. My nipples hardened and I felt ashamed of my body’s reactions, turning my head to the side my lip quivered.
I felt the familiar prick of the needle and recognized the thick burning feeling that washed over me as the drug coursed through my veins. As I relaxed against the table, my blindfold was removed and I squinted against the light, dim as it was. Before my eyes adjusted, I felt several pairs of hands caress my body, one pair grabbing the sides of my face forcing my neck to arch painfully. Not again…., I couldn’t even cry; there was nothing left in me. Richard Walker had succeeded in breaking me.
Opening my mouth, I allowed him to slide into it. As one man pinched and twisted my nipples painfully, I couldn’t help but moan at the intense pleasure it caused.
I thought there was one more, but I couldn’t focus enough to make out the words he was saying before a shock riddled my system, causing everything, including my throat to constrict around this man’s length. “Shit, do it again, I want to feel her tight throat squeeze around my cock again.”
Pain spread across my scalp as he grabbed my hair and fell from my mouth, forcing me to sit up and watch as one of the others stood between my legs.
The third man came toward me wielding a hunting knife, and I fought against the restraints.
“No..No, Please,” I begged.
The grip on my hair tightened and the one between my legs moved swiftly to me placing the gag back into my mouth and an animalistic cry fell from me as I felt a searing pain in my arm. Forced to watch him dig his fingers into the wound and drag them to my stomach. My eyes widened as they fell onto the camera, they were recording me; this was a game to them.
Rowan
I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen as a moving image of Charlotte came on. She was strapped to a metal table with her legs spread open, and I was forced to watch as they drugged and abused her.
My jaw was clenched tight and my teeth were probably ground down to the root, trying to stay in check as a moan escaped her lips. Whatever they stuck her with had made her open and ready for anything, relaxed and at ease. I knew that she was fighting inside her head, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.
The room spun as my dizziness worsened, and I became a little concerned with the loss of blood from the wound on my hand. I was still focused intently on the screen, however, noticed that Jason hadn’t cleaned all the blood up and some of it had gotten underneath my restraint. I wonder if I can slip out….
I heard Charlotte sob as a man positioned himself between her legs and pulled roughly on her hair, forcing her to watch her own rape and abuse. Is that blood on her? The sound echoed through the room and inside my head, and I swore I could hear her from down the hall as well as through the computer.
On screen, the comment section began blowing up with rude, abusive, and sexual comments about Charlotte. Most of them wanted to see her hurt and bleeding, and all of them were accompanied by a bid, each one higher than the one before.
Make her bleed!
Fuck her face.
Do those shocks make the slut comply?
I can't wait until it’s my turn.
I didn’t have much time left. Walker had no intention of selling Lottie or even making her his little plaything, he wanted her to suffer a life of torture and dark sexual fantasies of those willing to pay for it. If I didn’t get out of here soon, I feared they would kill her. As thoughts raced through my head, I honed in on the one that held the highest probability in aiding my escape.
Lacey was infatuated by me, she still wanted me; that much was clear. I could use that to my advantage.
Forgive me, Lottie. I tore my eyes away from the screen and did my best to block out the sick sounds coming out of the computer and through the doorway, the screaming, the begging, the moaning…
I locked eyes with Lacey.
“I don’t know about you,” I said with a sultry, smooth tone. “But that should be you. I should be punishing you for your actions in Hawaii. Clearly, you have lost your manners in my absence.”
Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened, shining with excitement. I could tell by her expression alone that I had her right where I wanted her. She’d always been keen on getting my pants off, always wanting more. She straddled me, hovering just over my cock as she stared into my eyes.
I detected a hint of deception in her eyes, and I held still as she ran the tip of her dagger over my cheek and down to my neck.
“We could do that,” she said. “Open your mouth.”
I did as she said, trying to show her she could trust me. Just a little longer.. . I licked the blade of her knife, wincing slightly as it cut into my tongue, filling it with a metallic taste.
“Mmm,” I moaned, “I remember just how you like it, Lacey.”
I had to hide the nausea threatening to spew my stomach acid all over her.
I leaned forward, capturing her mouth with my own and she met me halfway with a heated kiss. I groaned, pulling against the leather cuff around my wrist, pain from my hand taking over as my hand slid free. Stupid motherfucker should have cleaned everything up . I growled, squeezing my free hand around her throat tightly, deepening the kiss.
It was harder than I thought to fake my attraction to her, but it worked, just the way I needed it to. She hurriedly released my other wrist from its cuff and I stood up. Stupid whore . Her legs wrapped around me as she ground herself into me.
“Rowan. Please fuck me,” she breathed into my mouth. “I missed this.”
I smirked, tilting my head to the side and allowing my anger to return to the surface. Lacey took notice, and I dropped her feet to the floor.
“Did you hurt her?” I asked. My hand remained coiled around her neck, and I increased the pressure as I backed her into the wall.
The look of shock on her face was worth it.
“Rowan, please.” She sputtered out.
Lacey fully intended on getting fucked, but that wouldn’t be happening today, or ever again.
“I warned you what would happen, you should have listened.” I chuckled darkly.
A sense of satisfaction overcame me as her face turned from red to purple, struggling to claw my hand away from her airway. The last thing Lacey saw was my smirking face.
I dropped her limp body to the floor and switched gears. I had to find the room where Charlotte was being held and hope I wasn’t walking into something that couldn’t be handled alone. I looked around for anything that would help me and saw some rope on one of the tables. Grabbing it, I left the room, carefully checking the hallway to make sure nobody was around before?jogging down the long corridor.
Most of the doors were open, and the rooms were empty. I could hear Charlotte’s sobs as I went banging on the concrete walls in frustration, or maybe excitement at the thought of what I was going to do to them. This reminded me of the halls I used to walk within Walker’s compound, and only had me wondering what secrets William had buried beneath his own.
The infuriating sound could only have been coming from an open door, so I skipped any door that was closed.
Nearing the end, her cries became louder. I’m coming, Charlotte, I thought silently rounding a corner, it was a darkened dead end with two doors on either side of the hall, but only one was open. I looked over to see a table, disgusted at the toys and instruments laid upon it, some had blood on them or looked used and it only added to my rising anger.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing a mask that was lying on the small table. I heard her cry, she was in pain. It's time to move. Taking large strides, I curled my fingers around the steel door, looking around silently, taking a mental note of how many there were and how I was going to do this before Walker came back. Until I saw the reason for her cry, one of them held a bloodied knife and was digging his dirty fingers in her wound.
Game over.